951 - Childhood Friend of the Zenith

As the confrontation escalated, Yusa’s narrowed eyes questioned, “What did you say…?” He must have misheard. Regardless of how much he thought about it, the words couldn’t be right. What did that guy just call him? ‘…A wretch?’ Did he really call him a wretch? That couldn’t be true. For the first time in his long life, Yusa heard someone refer to him in such a manner. His eyes quivered at the implications. A wretch? ‘…Me?’ Born from the heart of the Moonlight tribe, Yusa had lived for countless years. Throughout that inconceivable period, he served under no one, and the Moonlight tribe kneeled before him. Only he and an unknown entity called Yarang among the existing generals were from Moonlight. The audacity to call him a wretch! No pureblood even reached the soles of his shoes. “…Hahaha….” Yusa chuckled slowly. His quiet laughter sent cold sweat trickling down the Blue Commander's chin. Drip. The moment the sweat hit the ground, a torrential aura burst forth from Yusa’s body. Caught in the aura’s proximity, the Blue Commander’s body trembled. “Khhhhh…!!!” Not only did he gasp raggedly, his hands visibly shook. The sheer intensity was overwhelming and chilling. This lethal aura mixed with pure rage spread throughout the premises. Kugugugu---!!!!! The building quaked as dust cascaded down. In that chaos, Yusa was laughing. With a manic grin, he gazed at the being before him. “What are you?” By then, Yusa's pupils had transformed, slits like those of a beast. “Maybe they don’t know who I am? That must be it.” Creak. As Yusa took a step forward, the ground caved underfoot. It was like a crushing weight that the earth couldn’t bear. “If not, you’ll be gnawed to death right here.” Crunch, crunch. He intended to devour the being to the last bone. With such intentions in mind, Yusa exuded a lethal aura. [Kukuku….] An irritating chuckle echoed in the room. “…Laughing?” The sound came from the masked figure before him, who could barely contain his own laughter, clutching his mask. Yusa’s eyes widened in response, his pupils dilating from emotion. […Ah, excuse me. I couldn’t hold it in.] “…What’s so funny?” [How could it not be amusing?] Flutter. As Yusa halted his step, the figure moved. His black clothes billowed as he walked forward undeterred by Yusa’s powerful aura. Seeing this, Yusa’s grin widened. [A nobody believes himself to be the heavens. How is that not amusing?] “…Ha.” A nobody. As if he understands he is the heavens. Hearing that, Yusa’s forehead creased with fury. “…How dare….” A nobody dares to confront him? Creak. A harsh sound rose from Yusa’s body. His tail enlarged rapidly at the same time an arm thickened and sprouted fur. Its sheer size equaled that of a human. Sharp claws extended from the ends of his now thicker fingers. “If you kneel now, I might spare your life.” Yusa’s voice, altered with the transformation of his body, was a mix of dry age and an unpleasant, childlike pitch. “Though you might lose your arms, you can save your life. Kneel now.” [...] Despite Yusa’s warning, the figure remained eerily silent. “Why silent? Ah, perhaps fear has gripped you?” Yusa mocked, a sneer on his lips. He thought he detected fear behind the previous bravado. But at that moment. [Disappointing.] The masked figure addressed Yusa. “…What did you say?” Disappointing? Disappointed in him? [Even the heads seem so unimpressive, losing interest in them…. It seems the generals are not much different.] “...” At those words, Yusa’s smile vanished. Perhaps this masked whatever knew who he was; his doubt was beginning to fade with the words spoken. Even knowing Yusa’s identity, the figure still dared to act completely unfazed? The audacity and arrogance were unimaginable. It couldn’t be happening. Normally, between generals, though they manifested their power and presence, they never directly showed contempt. ‘Who is this thing?’ To dare to scorn a general like himself… Yusa glared at the figure in incomprehension. ‘What are you?’ What exactly is going on? ‘Why can’t I see anything?’ There was nothing visible from the figure. The power wasn’t hidden, as there was an undeniable presence. He sensed something unsettling, and with such confidence, he knew the figure wasn’t weak. But. ‘That’s it.’ No more was visible. Just what level of power? Or what was the nature of this being. Nothing was visible or even sensed. ‘…What….’ What is this odd feeling? It was an utterly unprecedented sensation. His senses were absolute. He should have pierced any veil to perceive what lay within. ‘…Why can’t I grasp anything regarding this figure?’ Despite being right in front of him, it was impossible to discern more. Perhaps. ‘Is it because of the mask?’ The fissured white mask the figure wore—perhaps it was imbued with special properties. Yes, that must be the case. Having reached that conclusion, Yusa resumed his smirk. ‘I don’t know how you conceal yourself.’ Once he knew the cause, it was no longer an issue. It was a simple matter of removing that mask. Furthermore. ‘It looks like another from the Moonlight Tribe.’ With ears and tail similar to his, the figure must be one of the Moonlight. Which meant. ‘This one’s also beneath me.’ Upon realization, Yusa's eyes flashed with recognition as he declared, “It’s too late to regret now.” Observing this, the masked figure tilted his head slightly, prompting Yusa to continue speaking. Yet, the words he uttered were steeped in an unknown force. “Remove that mask at once,” he demanded. As a general under the vast sky of the Myriad Worlds, his command was supposed to be absolute and unquestionable. The moment Yusa issued his order, a smirk stretched across his face. Go on, take it off. He could hardly wait to reveal the face of this bothersome presence that had been disturbing his realm. 'Once I confirm,' he thought with simmering anticipation, 'I’ll chew them up entirely.' Awaiting eagerly, Yusa fixated on the figure. Swiftly, the figure moved, reaching up to touch his mask. Surely, he’d anticipated this moment. ‘How could you possibly defy this?’ The figure seemed to indulge in a subdued laughter, unfazed by the ensnaring curse binding their souls—meant as both doom and blessing. Any position as Yusa’s subordinate was supposed to succumb to his order. ‘Why would this fool be any different?’ No matter the confidence, it was futile. Why he dared to show his fangs remained a mystery to Yusa. As if waiting to rip the mask away, Yusa watched intently. Click. A soft sound emerged from the mask. Was it about to come off? Yusa’s gaze sharpened in a mixture of anticipation and certainty. “…What?” Involuntarily, Yusa muttered with confusion. The hand that gripped the mask relaxed. The figure calmly stepped towards Yusa. Moreover. [You still don't get it, do you?] He spoke to Yusa without a care. [Don’t let a wretch like you order me.] “…Wha—what…!” Not just unmoved by the command, he still overflowed with arrogance. [You have no right to command me, you worm.] “…!” The voice crashed into Yusa's consciousness, forcing his eyes wide. Was his command truly ignored? ‘…How is this possible…?’ No being could defy the laws under the skies of the Myriad Worlds. Even the great Master couldn’t. Therefore. ‘…If this one…. doesn’t heed my command.’ In other words. ‘Does that mean this figure is above me?’ Such an unknown entity implying itself superior left no other conclusion. “That’s impossible…!” The terrifying realization ripped through Yusa as he shouted. “That can’t be!” Only the Master reigned above generals. And yet someone existed above him? That couldn't be. “What sort of trickery is this?!” Yusa demanded with fury contorting his features, clenching his hands. His bestial arm lunged forward. A swift strike aimed at tearing the figure apart. Just as the claws neared the face. [Halt.] Thump—! Kuuu---!! “…!” With a single word, Yusa’s hand seized up midair. Not just his hand—his entire body froze. Locked in place, Yusa’s eyes trembled violently. This sensation was…. Identical to the pressure he felt when he issued commands. ‘How…!’ His commands ignored, yet one could issue orders to him? What was this…. [Do you still not understand?] “...” The weighty voice reverberated through Yusa’s mind. The figure had moved to stand just inches from his face. [Didn’t I tell you earlier? You have no right to command me.] Clench. He tried to force movement, but nothing obeyed. His stiffened body remained rigid. What are you? What allows you to do this? Yusa wanted to question, but no words could escape his tightly shut mouth. [How could a wretch think their cries reach the heavens? That’s precisely what you are.] Slide. The figure moved a finger to lift Yusa’s chin. His head rose weakly. [Know your place.] Their eyes met, and Yusa swallowed hard. In the darkness, violet eyes glowed hauntingly. Even gazing upon them seemed enough to devour everything. Yet, they were oddly familiar. What were those eyes…? Where had he experienced that gaze before? As Yusa pondered extensively, a memory emerged. ‘Ah.’ No need to search afar. Wasn’t it quite close? The presence he served and revered with awe. ‘…Master?’ The Master of the Myriad Worlds, his own firmament. That presence bore the gaze of Him. ‘…This…can’t be….’ Absurd. Even as he thought of it, distrust seeped throughout. How could he sense the Master’s presence from this unknown being? Deeming it impossible, Yusa’s mind was on the verge of rejection. [Your head is too high.] The figure commanded Yusa. [Lower it.] “…!” Thud-! Yusa’s knees hit the ground. Crack—! The surface splintered, cracks spreading wide. Both knees were buried in the dirt. Moreover, not just his knees, but his gaze was forcibly directed downward. Utter humiliation. Before him, only the earth and the figure’s feet were visible. His body trembled wildly with rage. Yet amid such indignity, that voice continued to reach him. [Good.] The figure spoke, his tone indicating satisfaction. [Indeed, that posture suits you perfectly.] “...” [Don’t you agree?] The more words he heard, the more unease filled Yusa's heart. Beyond the constant hunger he harbored, a different emotion crept in. It must have been the first thieves of his heart—anxiety and fear. 1 Comments 3.1 / 80 Yeon Woo 2024.10.29 07:51 Son of the Myriad Worlds 0 Only logged-in users can post comments. 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